Mother Nature's Snow Covered Gown
A cold north wind blows in large, white snowflakes
to chill the human spirit as well as his aching pains.
Winter has arrived early, the courage of the remaining
flowers is not enough, wilted and dying, they must.
The once colorful, autumn leaves are now cold,
colorless and bedded deep, under the old oak trees.
The fox squirrel scampers no more, for he sleeps
comfortably in his new nest, high and safely
above the forest floor.
The raven caws and fusses, for there is little left for
him now in the snow covered fields. The dry bushes
and the limbs of the tall dark trees begin to sag, from
the weight of the new fallen snow.
Canada geese wing their way south to their sunny
promise land. The Gulf shores await their winter stand.
Silence has now conquered all sound, except for the low
murmer of the winter winds, blowing on Mother
nature's snow covered gown.
Jackie R. Kays
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